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Chapter 1: Four years later...
A dark figure stands at the edge of the cliff, looking out at the horizon, watching the beauty of the waves, as they crashed into each other.
Another figure walks towards her...
"Don't give up hope my love..." The Jedi said, as he put his arms around her.
"I know Reven..." She replied, voice filled with pain and sorrow, as she leaned back into the strong arms of the man she loved, her usual beautiful and bright face, full of sadness.
"Look on the bright side Bas, at least it's the Jedi council that has him, instead of the Sith..." He said, trying to be helpful.
"I suppose that's true..." She replied, still looking out at the waves, still showing no emotion, but through their bond, Revenue could feel all the pain, doubt, and fear coursing through her mind. She was blaming herself for their son's kidnap. She wasn't blaming him, she wasn't even blaming the Council, for she understood their actions, on a level, she even agreed with them, that that was what had to be done, for the good of all. She held no ill will towards the Council. What surprised him the most was that he was blamingherself for what had happened, wondering what if she had been able to stop Dustil… to keep their son safe with them…
"Dustil will take care of him, no matter what. He'll keep him safe. I know he will…"
"I know that Revan, I truly believe that Dustil can keep him safe… After all, he has done so before in the past…" she said, her tone still filled with worry.
"It's been four years…four years since we last saw him! I doubt that he even remembers us…" She sobbed.
"Shh...don't worry, we'll keep looking for him." Reven said, trying desperately to give his wife some reassurance.
The Council had indeed, helped him regain a few of his old memories, but it wasn't enough... He felt that there was something even more important, locked away in his head. He had to regain ALL of his memories, and soon... so that he would be able to keep the forces of evil away, to hunt down the Sith…
Maybe that was what kept him from hunting the Jedi masters down and killing them on the spot. He wondered... They still had their uses, and he still needed their help.
"For now..." He whispered as he held his love against him while she cried. His eyes, flashing a bright yellow, just for a second, and it was gone. He had felt the darkside for a moment, but had steadied himself with the Jedi code. He would NEVER again fall to the darkside, no matter what. He promised for himself, and most importantly, for Bastila's sake. He looked up at the star filled sky and sighed...
For now...
Jedi Enclave"Hey! wait up! wait for me!" Yelled the little six year old, as he scrambled up the steps of the Jedi enclave, trying to catch up to his Jedi master, mentor, and friend, Dustil Onasi.
"Master Onasi!"
Hearing his name Dustil turned around and was greeted by the sight of his young padawan. He sighed, thinking about how much his padawan had grown. Already 3'2, he was becoming quite strong in the force. He could do many things that even the older padawans could not do, but Dustil had no doubts in the young boy's abilities, considering who his parents were. Kyros reminded him a lot of Revan, long, light brown hair, spiked up in the front, headstrong and kind, always thinking of others before himself. Kyros looked almost exactly like his father, except for his bright blue eyes. The eyes of his mother…
"So, Kyros, ready for your test?" He asked the eager boy.
"Yes Master Onasi." The boy said, giving his master a toothy grin.
Dustil smiled.
"Alright then." He began the test.
"There is no emotion…"
"There is peace." Kyros finished.
Dustil nodded his head.
"There is no ignorance…"
Kyros thought for a moment.
"There is knowledge."
Dustil continued, giving him a nod of reassurance.
"There is no passion…"
"There is serenity."
"There is no chaos…"
"There is harmony."
"There is no death…""There is the force." Kyros finished smiling.
"Very good padawan Kyros." Dustil said.
"Remember Kyros, whenever you find yourself in a bad situation, just remember the code, follow it, and you will be okay. Can you do that?" Dustil asked.
"Yes Master Onasi, I promise I will." Kyros replied.
"Good." Dustil said, smiling at him. He had come to love the boy as though a father would. He knew that Kyros would come across the darkside many times in his life, and he prayed to the force, that he would never fall. Never to never doom himself to a life of death and destruction, of evil. He himself had come close to falling, had it not been for his father and Revan's help, he would have been doomed. He had much great respect for the prodigal knight, and vowed to help keep his son on the path of light, to help and train him in the ways of the Jedi, for as long as he could…
He continued walking down the halls of the old Jedi enclave, with his padawan at his side…
So…Whatda think? RR please!
P.S. Does anyone know how old Dustil was in Kotor?